First off, that picture is rage bait if ever I seen it. No, he is not Jesus! 253 the poem had me in stitches because to put it in a prayer form and showing us exactly what he is doing is just comical that no one wants to see it.

I agree with Fia. The image is designed to infuriate. But the poem is fire! I read somewhere that it will be standing room only for miles for people waiting to piss on his grave

Your poem certainly is of a creative thought. Critical thinking; there is no way to reconcile the image and his own explanation/interpretation. He certainly doesn’t have a Doctorate degree (I looked it up). However, I can honestly say he does have a BS degree.

“blessed be the flow
oil and blood
run side by side
thick with profit
pulled from the ground
pulled from the body
both claimed
and spent the same”

Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write with clever wordplay my friend. So many killer lines in this write, but the stanza above was fire brother. He’s way out over his fucking skis. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia I’m glad I no longer get gazes I wrote a poem about that I’m waiting to post it…it’s titled invisible…I don’t feel old even though I’m fifty six and the world wants to tell me I’m old…no she is not old just no longer a teen… great write ❤️

This is a great write.
The reality is we all age. It’s not so bad.
But realizing that comes with wisdom and learning to embrace the life you’ve lived and where you are mentally.
I’m happy at 51. You couldn’t pay me to be in my thirties.
Hell no. Hahaha

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write that we can all relate to my friend. I’m happy where I am, don’t wanna go back in time. lol. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

You have touched upon a very important topic with your beautiful and meaningful poem, dear Fià. Unfortunately, our Western society is obsessed with a cult of youth. In other cultures, by contrast, older people are more likely to be associated with wisdom and life experience. Fortunately, the ‘army’ of women who are not buying into this youth cult based on outward appearances is growing larger and larger. We only age in years, but we mature in terms of our life experience and our wisdom; our faces reflect the beauty of a life well-lived.
​Here’s to us older women!

My sister casually announces she’s fat from time to time and she’s smaller than me. Throws the brain when someone declares themselves to be in a deficit but they still have more than you. I find it funny that I’m actually more content with my aging than I was in my youth. Guess it’s what we take from the life we live. Good write, Fia

Your writing is always very deep and this is no exception. Your details of the connection between them is profound indeed and based in love and a memory of him that will never be lost or corrupted. Any comment I can give on this is not enough. There’s so much said here. Great writing, Styx.

How to start with this. This is excellent!
Your interpretation of how she adored and suffered his life and loss is truly amazing. A weaving journey through her thought process. How the world can exhaust even the strongest of spiritual character but away from prying eyes, he remembers the blessings of also being human.

These are gems baby! Honestly:)
Needs to be put in your book!

And I, sir, appreciate your steady support of my efforts here. I try my best to make them matter. So thank you.

So, when I finished reading this, I took a deep breath and said, “Jesus!”. And then I laughed to myself, because I was only saying it as an exclamation about your writing and not as a statement of the subject… LOL.

Anyway, this is just beautiful. Not much more I can say. Thank you for sharing it.
❤️k